I was woken up early the next morning, with Laurie still in my arms. She was still naked, and I was still only wearing my shirt. She was trembling and sweating. She was yelling "No, please don't!" in her sleep. I knew that she was having a nightmare. "Laurie." I whispered into her ear. Laurie opened her eyes.
"Eric." She answered.
"You were having a nightmare."
"It was terrible. It was about my foster father. He raped me on my eighteenth birthday."
"That bastard." I hollered. She started crying on my shoulder.
"He said I was a worthless slut that was only good for one thing. When I put up a fight, he beat me, that's how I got the bruise on my face. I had other marks, but they healed over in the past week. I called the police, but because of my history as a run-away, they didn't believe me."
I held her closer to me. "I believe you." I replied.
"My foster mother called me a lying whore in front of the police officers. After the officers left, my foster parents told me I had five minutes to get the fuck out of their house. I was able to pack one change of clothes when they busted down the bedroom door and my foster father swung a golf club at me, hitting me in the back of the head with it."
I put my hand on the back of her head, and I felt a large bump on it. I was beginning to get furious at how anyone could treat such a beautiful young lady with such evil.
"The next thing I remember was waking up on the side of the street with just one change of clothes in my back pack and a note pinned to my shirt that read 'LYING SLUT!' I knew if the police did not believe me about the rape, I would be wasting my time reporting this to them."
I kissed her gently on the forehead. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." We fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, I was on the bed alone. I figured Laurie was in the bathroom, so I would give her some privacy. Then I saw her back pack and got an ideal. I pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and opened her back pack. I checked the tags on the clothes in it and wrote down the sizes. I checked her shoe size as well and wrote that down. Later I would go shopping and buy her some new clothes as a late birthday present.